And your face drops in a pile of flesh. And then your heart, heart pounds 'til it pumps in death. Prime directive: get me the hell out of this car! Reader Joe kicked down this two-frame photo essay from the NY Auto Show detailing the fate a poor sap who had to clamber out the rear hatch of the Aero X concept in his socks because the fancy door/roof mechanism took a dirt nap. Oops.